Can't sleep...

[schwarzrossel]

[[It's midnight, or close to it, and Lohengrin lies awake in bed, staring at the opposite wall. From the way Siegfried snores lightly and curls up against his chest, he assumes the prince is asleep, but he can't seem to sleep himself. Every time he closes his eyes his mind fills with worries about Fakir and Myuto, sadness that Siegfried had to

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Watch out for the ghey, I hear it's catching

[weissprinz]

[[The prince sleeps, though fitfully. Pressed flush against Lohengrin's body despite the summer warmth, he occasionally murmurs and squirms in his sleep.

When the stress of his dreams is finally too much, his eyes snap open, wide and alert. His tense body slowly relaxes as he realizes that he is in bed, and safe.]]

Longy has had it since puberty, it's just a matter of degree

[schwarzrossel]

[[Lohengrin startles as he feels Siegfried wake, looking down at him.]] Are you all right, my prince?

If it's a matter of degree, Fakir's is terminal

[weissprinz]

[[Siegfried nods, curling up close to Lohengrin again. He speaks in a weak, sleep-heavy voice.]] Only a dream.

Fakir is highly contagious, judging by Myuto's progression

[schwarzrossel]

[[Lohengrin doesn't need to ask what it was about. Rather, he gently rubs Siegfried's back in slow circles, holding him close to calm him.]] I'm right here.